Food
Remembering My Chinese Heritage Through Re Gan Mian
Before I knew it, I finished my re gan mian, and I was filled to the brim with Wuhan, now a place no longer foreign to me.
Celebrating My Malaysian Heritage Through the Beauty of Rojak
Like rojak, our fluid and hybrid identities, I believe, make us more accepting as a community. Mixture is celebrated instead of shunned.
Learning to Live with Durians Again
Was my rejection of the durian, Southeast Asia’s King of Fruits, a betrayal of my cultural identity, of my life in Singapore?
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I Can’t Go Home, So I Go to the Indian Grocery
Each time I contend with the reality of another month—season, year—apart from extended family, I drive my ennui to Namaste Plaza.
Seeking Culinary Guidance from God, My Mom, and Kelly Ripa
My first unkosher months weren’t especially guilt-ridden; if anything, it was the closest I had felt to coming of age.
In the Pandemic, Cooking Connected Me to My Ancestors
I could almost sense them beside me, as if the spattered index cards they’d left behind had come to life.
My Bicultural Comfort Food is the Spicy McChicken Sandwich
Both the sandwich and I were ‘made in China’ but with an undeniable Americanness.
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How Saunf (or Mukhwas, or Fennel Candy) Built Me a Home
To these writers, saunf occurred in the world as a curiosity, but not as an inevitability.
In Praise of Spoon and Fork
Could I really not keep anything from the unbearable whiteness of being?
Wherever I Go, Kimchi Fried Rice Feels Like Home
They were our new friends, and we wanted to treat them to food from that had become special to us.
